America

Where the warm sun shines
With a new radiance
Gilding the sands.

Where the air is clean
Even under the gentle light of
The stars.

Where fire becomes love
the river speaks
and the mountain jungle.

CHORUS
Today I found a place
for the two of us
in that new land.

America, America,
an immense garden,
that's America...
when God made Eden
He thought of America.

Every new sunset,
the sky begins to burn
and listen to the wind
that brings me with its song
a complaint of love
like a lament.

The scent of a flower,
the rhythm of a drum,
in the meadows
dances of war and peace
of a people
that has not yet broken its chains.

America, America,
an immense garden,
that's America...
when God made Eden
He thought of America.

America, America,
an immense garden,
that's America...
when God made Eden
He thought of America.
America, America!